Hope and Wish
R&W42. Look at Farah

"Taught later, Ra. Oh, my God, Han." I can only shake my head. 

The perpetrator could only laugh in shame. The city people are really the city, so I think of Farah who was made without bismillah. 

"Yes, Dad." I nodded my head. 

"Prepare to go home, Deck. You moved the room next to Dad's." Dad passed away again. 

"OK, Dad." That room I occupied when I was newly married to Syuhada. 

"What, have you been menstruating yet?" Bang Workshop whispered that to me. 

Well, I'm straight up. 

"Udah finished fitting back here tuh, menstruation fitting still in Cirebon." I answered softly, for the pakwa was still beside him. 

We went straight home, continued with each other and continued with dinner together. Galen was brought home by bang Chandra, he told me to have some time with the Workshop bang. Farah remained with her grandfather, even though she was in my lap. Om Hamdan told us to have time, while Farah took over. 

I actually feel bad about Brother Jasmine, I have to talk to her about that daughter of mine who is always in her house. Om Hamdan certainly does not mind, but brother Jasmine is in need of the attention of her husband. Although it was clear earlier, Brother Jasmine had already looked much healthier and stronger. He was even present at our wedding, he took pictures when we took a big picture of the besan family. 

"Don't let me go to Jasmine's house first, will I?" I approached her who was smoking in front of the porch of Key's sister's house, she was chatting with her husband Key's brother, bang Fa'ad.

He looked at me, then nodded his head. I turned back and walked away. It didn't take long, because Brother Jasmine's house was behind mine. 

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat…." I knocked on the door of this tight house. 

"Vaalaikumsalam, Deck. Open it." Brother Jasmine said, it seems like she is in the living room. 

I pulled the doorknob down, then pushed the door. Brother Jasmine is lying on a bed of moved floors in the living room, a table that is not here. The room feels crowded, because the floor mattress is large. 

"Beautiful, haven't slept?" I greeted Farah who was beside Brother Jasmine. 

"Not yet." Brother Jasmine is indeed unfriendly to me, but she is really very noisy. 

He is chatty, his vocabulary is a lot every day if it is to the father and the young. 

"Where's your husband, brother?" I would have thought that Farah was entrusted to a step-grandmother. 

"There, again wash the same dishes wash the dot. Your wandering? Your husband will come later." He glanced at me, his current television spectacle is about the wonders of the world. 

"Udah said, Brother. Is brother healthy? Farah's fussy isn't she?" I was sitting on a bed on the floor as high as a few hands. 

This is a foam mattress that can be folded, in the form of foam pieces and elastic fabric to bend. 

"No idea, Deck. Just like his grandfather continues, this is just a brother just woke up right from your event. I've eaten his body, but it's drowsy to keep." Brother Jasmine lay sideways facing Farah and facing me as well, then she rubbed Farah's head. 

"Don't hear her crying?" I picked up some Farah toys that were crushed by Farah's body, I was afraid that her body would get sick because she was beating on the toys. 

"Not listening, Deck. After a seizure just do not know-tau, do not hear rowdy, or how splashy. Wake up to pee, uh bang Hamdan is not home. Brother calls all night, he says again at the clinic, Farah has a seizure, but it's fine he said." 

Farah lay on her side, and she lay on her stomach and picked up the toys I had collected. Her hair was like a filter, straight and irregular. I always wanted to laugh at her, because she was as funny as her hair. 

"Means that if there's more fever there should be waiting for ya, brother?" I try to get that hair done, instead of laughing. 

"Must, Deck. His grandfather said so, someone must be literate. The seizure was not long, after the seizure also his body immediately went blank and immediately adem also fever. But if not immediately taken to a place of health right, yes danger." Brother Jasmine patted the back part of Farah. 

Yesterday he did not have the figure of a single female parent, now he immediately had two. There's Jasmine's sister, her grandmother. There's me, mommy. 

"Sister, as long as Farah's here to take no nicotine?" I asked slowly and carefully. 

"Yes, Dek. You eat it a lot. Again sick also he ants loh, digolerin like this tuh ya anten. Only his grandfather was deliberately carrying, hugging, let his fever go down, his fever moved to his grandfather's skin that is."

I've been worried about this girl, she has to be taken care of extra once. I don't want it to go to any lengths, I don't want to regret it and I don't want to be blamed. 

It turns out that all the men in her house are the same, right? Not comfortable with the shirt.

However, due to her nature I am a daughter-in-law. Om Hamdan would be embarrassed if he didn't wear the shirt in front of me. 

"Yes, look at Farah first." I rubbed the chin of this girl, her saliva was full. 

He really wants to grow teeth. 

"Farah's okay, just calm down, Ra." Om Hamdan has reappeared. 

Don't be, he's already my father-in-law. I'll practice calling him dad too, just like bang Workshop called my dad. 

"Yes, Dad." I lowered my head and kissed Farah, the girl immediately looked up and flickered funnyly. 

Maybe he was surprised, because this stranger kissed him. Sorry, Farah. I'm lacking your approach, but I'll definitely be the best mom for you. 

"Gih rest, it's nine o'clock." Hamdan's father drove out gently. 

"You go home first, Dek? Later tomorrow night we'll be together." I asked him to have a dialogue. 

Either he understood no, but he chuckled and then rubbed his face. 

"Later on, Ra. The distance is weekly anyway, after all Dad still lives here too."

I remembered Varro, he and his nanny until they lived in the next building. Right, in the house that was shown to Ceysa. Because Ceysa lives in the village next door, in his palm area. I must have thought of this building, because the inhabitants are increasing and need privacy. 

"Well, how good, Dad." I actually like children there are taking care, but the bad taste of my heart is greater. 

"You go home first, Dek? Tired of his legs, finished the photos." I poked his nose and got up. 

Farah turned around**tang again, she rubbed her nose and watched me. 

"Drug, Mommy." Brother Jasmine guided Farah's hand to wave at me. 

"Drug, Farah's beautiful." Farah actually tends to be sweet, she is dimpled and her skin is exotic. 

I walked back home, quiet enough but the front door wasn't locked. Bang Workshop was no longer in front of bang Fa'ad's house, he must have been in his room. 

"Eh, where are you?" I cross paths with my father who will go into his own room with a glass of water. 

"From Farah, Dad. Biyung's sleeping?" I'll just make small talk. 

"Udah, tuh. I've been snoring loudly from earlier, if the soy sauce is not snoring." Dad opened the door to his room. 

Right, the sound of snoring until heard from the door of the room. 

"Sleep, Dek." Dad went in the room first. 

"Yes, Dad." I headed to the kitchen first, to wash my feet in the back bathroom, then I took a glass bottle of water. 

Well, I'm still in the mood to get into the room. I became groggy myself, I was afraid of being asked to walk by taking off one by one my clothes. 

"Don't you feel good?" I watched the man under the blanket. 

The dimple of his cheek is not visible, as he is not in a smiling state. 

Is he still sick? His eyes were closed tightly. 

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